Chapter 20

Simon took a firm hold of Sara's elbow as they walked towards the mansion house ablaze with lights, the rooms visible to them obviously already filled to capacity with other guests. "Is there anything you want to tell me before we go in?" he prompted softly.

There was a faint sparkle of humor in Sara's eyes now as she gave him a sideways glance. "Such as?"

Simon had absolutely no idea. Their host for the evening was a man in his sixties—surely not someone Sara had ever been personally involved with.

"Don’t let your imagination run away with you, Simon," Sara drawled derisively as she gave him another teasing glance.

"Ah, Simon—so pleased you could make it!" The smoothly charming voice of their host interrupted them.

Simon instantly felt Sara's tension, and he maintained a proprietorial hold on her elbow even as he turned to face the older man. "Lincoln Bennet," He nodded stiffly.

"Can I—?"

"Sara!" The older man appeared momentarily stunned